there is a certain sadness attached to midnight. 

so often, it feels surreal –

travel along the road of night –

moving toward day.

and somehow, 

in that brief instance of transition, 

we age. 

another day older. 

another yesterday placed ceremoniously in the memorial of our past.

before we even realize,

the days collect like raindrops in the pond –

ripples of their entry fading quickly,

and then gone.

so too, 

memories.

while some, 

we hold on to with marked resilience, 

others disappear into the substance of our was. 

if only there were options to the process of forget.

to throw away the pain –

bury the hurt –

drown the disappointment –

yet etch into the very foundation of our existence those things we cherish: 

laughter –

joy –

compassion.

amazing –

i believe – 

to circumvent the opportunity for remorse.

instead of creating doors to acceptability,

perhaps remove deliberately the entire wall on which it’s hinged. 

i simply cannot entertain the thought of segregation based on perception.

audacious, 

don’t you think?

elitism –

prejudice – 

disregard. 

acts of denigration committed within paradigms of (supposed) camaraderie.

trust – 

indisposed –

casualty of a most unnecessary war.